Phoenix Maplewood up and down this road before

she makes quick work of the bird; she's had enough practice to dismantle the thing quickly. her attention on her surroundings drop as she nears the end of her meal—when she looks back up again, a pale woman stands there. she huntress blinks, auds flicking in soft surprise. she feels no need to be hostile; there's barely anything left of her catch for the woman to steal; though somehow, she doubts it's her intention. 

"hello," comes her greeting, tail wagging easily to dispell any concern the stranger might have about her intentions. "I'm dawn. can I help you?" the woman had approached her, after all, even if it was only for a greeting.